I wonder if Mary, as she held her newborn son, realized just who it was she had in her arms. Sure, she knew his conception was miraculous. Yes, she was visited by angels, and shepherds, and later, wise men from the east. But there she was sitting in a barn, listening to the low of cattle, smelling the smells of livestock, feeling the pain from what might have been a painful birth.
And looking into the eyes of her Savior.
That’s who I want to see this Christmas. I want to see God Himself. Not just a baby in a manger, but One who would grow up to pay for my sins. For yours.
This is no ordinary birth. This is the most important birth that ever was or ever will be. This is the birth that changed the word. Changed me. And I pray that He has changed you, too.
May you adore the baby, recognize the Savior, and accept the fact that what he did 2000+ years ago, he did for you. Jesus was born for you. Jesus lived for you. Jesus died for you. And Jesus is waiting with arms stretched wide, just for you.
Merry Christmas, dear one. And may you celebrate the birth of the Savior as one who is a member of his family.
The One who was, who is, and is to come! Happy birthday, Jesus.
Tears well up in my eyes when I read the part about Mary looking into the eyes of her saviour. Oh how I long to behold Him in all of His glory! Praise God, let’s all praise His Holy Name!
I look forward to that day, too, my friend. To see those eyes that Mary saw! Praising God with you for the promise that we will see Him in all His glory. Merry Christmas. And may God bless you in the New Year by making you a blessing to others.